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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 08/09/2021
The Little Girl
Born 1946, M, from PA, United StatesOnce upon a time, within a very distant, dark and sunless domain bereft of moon and stars, there within the deep silence of a small windowless room in the basement of a dark house located at the edge of a precipice, there was a little girl who had always felt helpless whenever the old, tall, bald, muscular giant bellowed and thundered at her from his lofty height after suddenly bursting into her small, dark bedroom in a fury, with a can of cold beer always clutched tightly in one large hairy hand and a smoldering cigar clenched furiously between his yellowed, festering teeth and his sneering and snarling thin, pale lips.
The little girl would always whimper in fear that he would hurt her once more as he always did when he entered the room in that way, and she would curl herself into a fetal position on her bug-infested cot, desperately hugging her Teddy Bear tightly to her chest and fearfully burying her tiny pink face into its synthetic fur while she wept. It was a large, brown Teddy Bear that her mom, who had recently passed away, had given her, and it was now the only friend she felt that she had.
“Did you hear what I just said, you little witch?” the shoeless, malodorous, potbellied, black bearded bastard, who was always wearing the same dirty white tee-shirt and the same heavily-soiled blue dungarees, would bellow repeatedly as the little girl shut her large brown eyes tightly and desperately imagined herself far, far away in this magically wondrous place where only the rustle of autumn leaves, the soft gurgling of meandering, sunlit streams, and the melodious songs of hundreds of beautifully colorful birds permeated the flower-perfumed air that caressed her softly with its warm, gentle breeze as she stood beneath a bright blue sky and its cottony billowing white clouds.
There, in that wonderful refuge, cuddled safely within her secret domain, she envisioned herself always standing proudly erect, with a golden crown decorated with precious stones on her tiny head while wearing a white glittering silk gown instead of the soiled rags that the belligerent giant always forced her to wear.
There, within her wondrous, private world, her wavy blond, hair was no longer matted with dirt and the floor wasn’t made of rough cement that lacerated the soles of her tiny naked feet, as the giant wanted. Instead, it was gloriously carpeted with vibrant sunlit, emerald-green grass dotted with large Daffodils who always humbly bowed and folded their large, yellow petals obediently whenever she passed, while they would always happily and softly whisper her name and call her their precious little princess.
But she wasn’t alone. Within that haven of safety, she would sometimes catch sight other children appearing briefly, with their once sorrowful eyes full of wonder and hope as much as her own, children who were being granted a merciful reprieve from an agonizing existence and whose battered little bodies had instantly healed, and whose former painful agonizing cries had been replaced by joyous laughter.
A very secret and special domain where the incessant, unmerciful, resonating rumble of the giant’s angered, thundering voice and the rancid stench of his tobacco-tainted teeth had finally ceased to exist forevermore.
Like those few children whom she had briefly met, her visit had always been temporary, and her reluctant return to her previous dismal reality had always suddenly resumed. But this time, this time she had knelt amidst the emerald grass in prayer, fervently pleading to be allowed to remain there, and this time, her request had been mercifully granted.
Meanwhile, back within that very distant, and sunless domain, in the dilapidated house, within the shuttered darkness of that small fetid, windowless basement room where she had been just moments before, the giant remained scowling down at where the little girl and her Teddy bear had been just moments before he had savagely slammed a his massive fist in their direction but had hit only the cot’s dusty mattress.
Furiously scratching his ponderous, bald head in frustrated, confusion, he began pummeling the wooden walls with his massive fists in anger, hurling curses at whoever it was that had dared to help her and wondering where the little girl and her Teddy Bear had so suddenly gone.
The Little Girl(Radrook)
Once upon a time, within a very distant, dark and sunless domain bereft of moon and stars, there within the deep silence of a small windowless room in the basement of a dark house located at the edge of a precipice, there was a little girl who had always felt helpless whenever the old, tall, bald, muscular giant bellowed and thundered at her from his lofty height after suddenly bursting into her small, dark bedroom in a fury, with a can of cold beer always clutched tightly in one large hairy hand and a smoldering cigar clenched furiously between his yellowed, festering teeth and his sneering and snarling thin, pale lips.
The little girl would always whimper in fear that he would hurt her once more as he always did when he entered the room in that way, and she would curl herself into a fetal position on her bug-infested cot, desperately hugging her Teddy Bear tightly to her chest and fearfully burying her tiny pink face into its synthetic fur while she wept. It was a large, brown Teddy Bear that her mom, who had recently passed away, had given her, and it was now the only friend she felt that she had.
“Did you hear what I just said, you little witch?” the shoeless, malodorous, potbellied, black bearded bastard, who was always wearing the same dirty white tee-shirt and the same heavily-soiled blue dungarees, would bellow repeatedly as the little girl shut her large brown eyes tightly and desperately imagined herself far, far away in this magically wondrous place where only the rustle of autumn leaves, the soft gurgling of meandering, sunlit streams, and the melodious songs of hundreds of beautifully colorful birds permeated the flower-perfumed air that caressed her softly with its warm, gentle breeze as she stood beneath a bright blue sky and its cottony billowing white clouds.
There, in that wonderful refuge, cuddled safely within her secret domain, she envisioned herself always standing proudly erect, with a golden crown decorated with precious stones on her tiny head while wearing a white glittering silk gown instead of the soiled rags that the belligerent giant always forced her to wear.
There, within her wondrous, private world, her wavy blond, hair was no longer matted with dirt and the floor wasn’t made of rough cement that lacerated the soles of her tiny naked feet, as the giant wanted. Instead, it was gloriously carpeted with vibrant sunlit, emerald-green grass dotted with large Daffodils who always humbly bowed and folded their large, yellow petals obediently whenever she passed, while they would always happily and softly whisper her name and call her their precious little princess.
But she wasn’t alone. Within that haven of safety, she would sometimes catch sight other children appearing briefly, with their once sorrowful eyes full of wonder and hope as much as her own, children who were being granted a merciful reprieve from an agonizing existence and whose battered little bodies had instantly healed, and whose former painful agonizing cries had been replaced by joyous laughter.
A very secret and special domain where the incessant, unmerciful, resonating rumble of the giant’s angered, thundering voice and the rancid stench of his tobacco-tainted teeth had finally ceased to exist forevermore.
Like those few children whom she had briefly met, her visit had always been temporary, and her reluctant return to her previous dismal reality had always suddenly resumed. But this time, this time she had knelt amidst the emerald grass in prayer, fervently pleading to be allowed to remain there, and this time, her request had been mercifully granted.
Meanwhile, back within that very distant, and sunless domain, in the dilapidated house, within the shuttered darkness of that small fetid, windowless basement room where she had been just moments before, the giant remained scowling down at where the little girl and her Teddy bear had been just moments before he had savagely slammed a his massive fist in their direction but had hit only the cot’s dusty mattress.
Furiously scratching his ponderous, bald head in frustrated, confusion, he began pummeling the wooden walls with his massive fists in anger, hurling curses at whoever it was that had dared to help her and wondering where the little girl and her Teddy Bear had so suddenly gone.
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